The bourgeois are other people.

It is in the midst of the city that one writes the most inspiring pages about the country.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

Do not ask me to be kind; just ask me to act as though I were.

I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?

Style means the right word. The rest matters little.